The sweetest pheromone in the entertainment industry

The water flowed like a pour, and it was icy cold.

Han Mo washed his face, looked up at himself in the mirror, with sharp eyebrows like a sword, deep eye sockets, straight nose bridge, lips that are neither thin nor thick, smooth and firm jaw line, exposed to the wind and sun Honey-toned skin.

Years have treated him very gently. People around him are old and dead, and his appearance and physique remain the same as before.

Han Mo sometimes suspects that this is a punishment from heaven.The perfect Alpha sounds good, but it is stronger than the ordinary Alpha and has a longer life - he doesn't understand why he has to live for so long, watching the people around him wither like grass, times change, and he is always alone, this kind of It doesn't feel good.

Han Mo called the research institute, and sure enough, Dean Qiao Henian's child was born.

Like Han Mo, he was born in the birth cabin.When he returned to the scientific research institute before, he entered the cabin and took a look, but saw almost nothing, the fertilized egg was too small.

In a blink of an eye, it has turned into a baby that just fell to the ground.

"Born on Christmas Eve, I know how to choose a date." Han Mo put on a black coat, walked into the snow-colored sky at 05:30 in the morning, and drove to the scientific research institute.

The plan for a perfect Alpha has been going on, but after Han Mo, there has never been an Alpha that can be called a "perfect gene" like him, and several super Alphas will be bred by then.

At the same time, they also used the genes of Han Mo to study the perfect Omega, and the success rate was even smaller.

The one born with Qiao Henian's son, as well as several other children in the birth cabin, were sent to the scientific research institute and placed in the nursery.

Except for Qiao Henian's child, the other children all have Korean-Mo genes.

Han Mo doesn't like to see children with his own genes, it feels very strange, but there is no way, Qiao Henian's son is also in the nursery room - the son of the dean, the direct heir of the scientific research institute, is not in the care of him alone, already Explain the status of this child in Qiao Henian's heart.

Han Mo has always been able to enter and exit the scientific research institute without hindrance, and there is no secret in the scientific research institute that he does not know. Even the old guy in the institute respectfully calls him Mr. Han.

The nursery room is not much warmer than the laboratory, there is no air conditioner, and it is freezing and snowy outside the window. These children have to accept the test of the environment as soon as they are born.

The babies were sleeping soundly, and their little faces were flushed, whether they were asleep or cold.They are so thin that they can only admit that they wear wristbands on their wrists with thick thumbs, with their respective birthdays, numbers and names written on them.

Han Mo looked over one by one: Zhou Yun, Zhou Feng...

Until the position by the window is the baby with no number on the wristband.

The birthday was last night, and the name is "Joan".

Han Mo leaned over to stare at the baby. That's right, it was from the Qiao family. The slightly upturned corners of the eyes, long eyelashes, and delicate eyebrows made him a vixen when he grew up.

"I was born Qiao An on Christmas Eve. It's casual enough." Han Mo lightly poked the baby's incredibly tender face.

The baby took a sip from its small mouth, making sucking movements in its sleep.Han Mo's sense of smell is sensitive, and the tip of his nose smells slightly. The milk fragrance on Joan's body seems to be stronger than that of other babies.

Han Mo hesitated for a moment, lifted the quilt on little Qiao An, confirmed the gender, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's a little Alpha."

After re-wrapping the baby tightly, little Qiao An still let out a small sneeze, and opened her eyes, her pupils were pure and dark.

The newborn baby's line of sight was about [-] centimeters, and he couldn't see Han Mo, so he made a sucking motion with his mouth again, realizing that there was no milk to eat, so he just waited without crying or fussing.

Han Mo took out the wrapped red envelope and waved it in front of his eyes, "Do you want it?"

Little Joan was unmoved.

There was a crying sound from the crib next to it, and after more than ten seconds, other babies started crying one after another.

Little Qiao An was calm and composed, as if she didn't hear it.

The babysitter came in and nursed them. Han Mo stuffed the red envelope into little Qiao An's blanket and walked out.

Qiao Henian didn't have his own birthday, and neither did his son's birthday, whether it was a full moon or a first year, it didn't matter.Han Mo came back once a year, and almost forgot that Qiao Henian had a son.

Until Qiao Henian fell ill one year, Han Mo thought about how the dean said he was also Qiao Mufeng's son. After getting acquainted for a while, as he got older and his body was getting sick constantly, it was time to visit him.

Qiao's house is connected to the scientific research institute, and next to it is a nursing home, where the elderly who have devoted most of their lives to scientific research live.Every time Han Mo passed by, he would think that he is the most qualified to live here.

If he is not old, he cannot retire.

In fact, the country did not require him to do anything, but only asked him to be safe and sound. It would be good to be a living fossil.It was Han Mo himself who couldn't bear the loneliness and insisted on finding something to do, so he seldom had time all year round.

Han Mo paused and looked towards the winding corridor.

A bamboo ladder leaned against the porch pillar, and a thin child carefully climbed to the top, holding a baby swallow in his hand, trying to put it back into the nest.

His small arms were too short, and he was too small to reach the nest of Yan, and the young Yan wailed in his immature palm.

The child still stretched his arms, only a dozen centimeters away, just a little bit less.

He moved his feet to one side, firmly grasped the bamboo ladder with one small hand, stretched out one hand towards the swallow nest, and tried to lean his body to one side—he succeeded!He sent the young swallow back to the nest, but before he could be happy, the bamboo ladder suddenly fell to one side.

Han Mo moved his body like a wind and electric engine, opened and closed his arms, and the child fell firmly in his arms.

The bamboo ladder hit the ground with a bang.

Qiao An just fell into Han Mo's arms like a gift from heaven.

At that time, Han Mo didn't notice it.

One big and one small looked at each other, Han Mo put down the child and looked down at the little one whose height was less than his thigh, "Joan?"

Little Qiao An said politely, "Thank you sir for helping me."

"You should call me Grandpa."

"?" Little Joan said, "My grandpa passed away."

"I'm your grandfather's friend."

The children know quite a lot: "Is this Wangnianjiao?"

Han Mo stopped talking nonsense with a child and went to the yard where Qiao Henian was.Little Qiao An went to move the bamboo ladder. I don't know how he got such a heavy ladder by himself. At this time, he had to carry it back with difficulty by himself.

"Let the servants do it," Han Mo said.

Although Qiao Henian's generation has tried his best to be simple in the huge Qiao's house, there are still a few servants who are responsible for cleaning, trimming flowers and plants, cooking and other chores.

Little Joan shook her head, "I moved here, and I'm going to move back. It's written in the book, you have to start and finish when you do things."

Han Mo asked, "How old are you?"

"Five years old."

"Another old-fashioned one." Han Mo sighed.

Little Qiao An raised her face and asked, "What do you mean by being old-fashioned?"

"It's just that you are boring."

"What do you mean boring?"

"..."

"What does it mean to be boring?" Little Qiao An asked.

Han Mo tried to use an analogy that a five-year-old child could understand: "It's like a person has to eat every day. In fact, there are many dishes to eat. You only eat what you have eaten."

Little Qiao An: "I'm not picky about food. It's written in the book that only a combination of meat and vegetables is nutritious."

Han Mo directly picked up the bamboo ladder and strode towards Qiao Henian's courtyard.

Little Joan was forced to run with her short legs, "Sir, this is my ladder."

Han Mo turned a deaf ear to it, and when he arrived at Qiao Henian's courtyard, he threw the bamboo ladder to the flower trimmer and asked him to put it away.The people in the courtyard were puzzled and couldn't understand why Han Mo came to visit the dean with a bamboo ladder.

Qiao Henian was no longer young at that time. It stands to reason that a person of his age could die at any time. After that, he managed to survive for more than 50 years. Even the top leader of the country changed twice. Thought-of.

The Perfect Omega Project has existed for a long time. Qiao Henian once said that he would not close his eyes until he saw the Perfect Omega.

It is the strong belief and mission that support him to break through the limit of ordinary human life.

Han Mo got a few days off, and he was idle, going to play with the children.

The child's residence was next to Qiao Henian's yard. Once the dean Qiao Henian recovered from his illness, he became a busy man again. Han Mo didn't know which laboratory he got into, or which country he flew to for a seminar.

Han Mo wobbled around, he was already familiar with this place, Qiao An's residence was exactly the residence of Qiao Mufeng back then.They also drank and smoked, played chess and drank tea together in the corridor.

After so many years, except for several times of house repairs, the basic layout has not changed, and the furniture has not changed much, except that there is an extra children's desk by the window of the study.

Little Qiao Anduan was sitting upright on the chair, drawing something on the notebook with a pencil, and occasionally redrawing with an eraser. That little appearance was so cute that it hurt people.

Han Mo looked in through the window, "What is the painting?"

Years of habit, Han Mo's footsteps sounded like cats, and the quiet approach surprised little Qiao An, raised her face in panic, blinked her eyes: "Mr. Han."

Obviously just a little doll, but wants to imitate the appearance of an adult, Han Mo asked with a smile: "Do you like drawing?"

Little Qiao An quietly covered the notebook with her two small hands, "I'm writing a diary."

"journal?"

"I can't write many words."

Replacing characters with paintings, Han Mo thought he was quite clever, and asked, "Can you show me?"

"..." Little Qiao An blushed, and after a while he hesitated to move her hand away from the notebook.

Han Mo picked up the thin diary and laughed. On it was a long-lined man holding a short-lined man. On the top of the long-lined man's head was written: Mr. hán.

"Well, not bad." Han Mo praised without hesitation. For a child of this age, such a written expression is already very good.

Little Qiao An took back the notebook, bowed her head and said, "I haven't finished drawing yet."

Han Mo wanted to tease him a little more, when suddenly a childish voice came from behind: "I found the enemy! Bang bang bang!!!"

Then a string of plastic bullets hit him.

Little Qiao An was shocked and stretched her neck: "Zhou Yun! Mr. Han is not an enemy!"

"Bang bang bang! Beep beep! Hahahahaha!!" The little Omega named Zhou Yun laughed with his hips on his hips. He has been crazy since he was a child.

On the contrary, the little Alpha who was following him was a little numb: "Joan said that this person is not an enemy."

Little Zhou Yun: "You can't be fooled by his beauty! He has already hit Qiao An, and he wants to abduct Qiao An!"

Little Zhou Feng asked Han Mo weakly: "Are you going to abduct Qiao An? Can you not abduct him, but abduct Zhou Yun?"

Little Zhou Yun: "??? Why?"

Little Zhou Feng: "Joan is younger than you, and I am also younger."

"..."

The birth dates of these three little guys are only a few days apart.

Han Mo was indifferent, and asked, "Who taught you guns?"

One is the dean's son, Zhou Yun and Zhou Feng are all experimental products, they cannot receive ordinary orthodox education like ordinary children.Especially Zhou Yun and Zhou Feng, they were born to be "warriors".

Before Xiao Zhou Yun could answer, a gust of wind swept around him, and the toy gun in his hand disappeared, and then he heard the sound of cracking and shattering.

The three children watched helplessly as Han Mo crushed the toy gun into pieces with his bare hands.

Han Mo: "Go, take me to the shooting range."

No matter how special a child's status is, after all, he is still too young. He was raised in a scientific research institute before he was ten years old, and he was sent to the military experimental base for training after he was ten years old.

The Academy of Sciences has set aside several "classrooms" for these children, one of which is for shooting practice.

Both the firearms and the targets were smaller by more than a circle. In Han Mo's eyes, they were completely miniature shooting ranges, which were quite cute.

He lined up the small targets, all made of paper, which could be easily pierced by plastic bullets.This is also for the safety of the child.

Han Mo picked up the mini imitation toy gun, almost missed the trigger with his index finger, it was too small.

The three children patted the station, and little Zhou Yun was full of disbelief: "You are an adult, what's so great about you."

Han Mo: "No matter adults or children, there are leaders among them."

Little Qiao An asked: "What does Qiaochu mean?"

"It's the most powerful."

Little Zhou Yun: "Hmph, let me see how powerful you are. You are capable of piercing through targets."

In order to match the height of the target, Han Mo had no choice but to squat down, pull the trigger, bang bang bang—he fired ten shots in a row, each hitting the bull's-eye.

Little Zhou Yun's eyes widened in disbelief, and he ran to the targets, checked them one by one, turned his face, and changed his attitude as soon as he said it: "Master~~~!!!"

Opening his arms, he rushed towards Han Mo, ran too fast, and fell to the ground with a plop, and Xiao Zhou Feng, who was following behind, fell on him.

"Mr. Han." Little Qiao An looked at Han Mo with bright eyes.

Show it off in front of children, let alone, it's fun.Han Mo asked with a smile, "You also want to recognize me as your master?"

Little Joan: "I want, I want you to be my husband!"

"........."

Tongyan Wuji, really terrible.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angel who cast the mine: 1 Hitachi Mozhu;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of W Ya; 2 bottles of Ayu Xiaozhizhi; 1 bottle of Hitachi Mozhu;